“There's pressure, but that's true no matter who you are or what you do.”

“I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.”

“This isn't about you...." "Well, it should be!" he shouted, and I flinched. "Everything I do is about you, and I want the reverse to be true, too." I wiped more tears, my throat aching with words that would only make this worse. "What, you need a reminder? That's what he was doing, right? And now you smell like him. You probably taste like him. You should taste like me..." He was on me before I could even catch my breath...”

“As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something.” “What did you have in mind?”"A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?”“Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?”

“What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.”

“Faythe, it's me!""I know who the hell you are. Why do you think I kicked you?”

“If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a Banshee. That's what we do.”